The way you walked was thorny, through no fault of your own, but as the rain enters the soil, the river enters the sea, so tears run to a predestined end. Your suffering is over, Bela my son. Now you will find peace.
Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
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553 | 2021-02-12 05:05:27 | 39.51 | 94.8% |
390 | 2021-01-16 07:41:38 | 38.18 | 94% |
139 | 2020-12-28 14:00:24 | 31.43 | 95% |